Those Bold City Girls

you slide out at night to show your self

you need to hang yourself

under water and your cold friends

memorized a thousand lines and kissed your thousandth guy

none pack more than wood



so you wake up

the taste of the night before

has grown somehow

you memorize your make-up

you're free from their eyes

and all they laughed about



sailboats that never float and lids of lead

they hold your ego down

what's it take to bend the lens?



as someone who might just help you row

but never can amend the trends



towards the rocks

weilding the knives

beneath your breasts

and all your waves t

hey never break

within our sight

so come on

treat me right



if you could keep him

you'd dub him

the rock what aced them two to one



the powder from your empty boxes

resounds from your whole empty youth



and still you wake up

the taste of the night

the moon has grown somehow



you take off your make-up

you're free from their eyes

and all you laughed about